an old poem

[giant_homer_pez]

when the comets explode, and the fires burn blue
and the earth turns to ash, under grey hue,
the wind howls against the burning dead plains
and there is no more violence, there is no more pain.
everything gone, in a flash of bright white
before in creeps the darkness to starve out the night

love is a word and thought is a crime
description is gone, as well as the time.
all over forever, does it make your head hurt?
right in the back? where you KNEW before birth?
the cause is unknown, the result is quite clear
the being is gone, and the knowing is near.

so the dust gathers up, all in the corner
a lone person watches, a solemn young mourner.
impacts and shaking do not disturb
the serenity and tranquility of this peaceful mood.
keeping watch on the motion and holding it all
inside and inside forever, for after the fall.

the scene drifts away, like sand on a beach
and remembrance is shallow, forgetting is sweet
it floats out of the mind and towards the heart
held on to like everything, right from the start
the curtain falls upon the world's head
the looker looks on, remembering the end